(Cummings/Winters)Meet my lady every morning half past nineWhen the bells begin to ringLooking out the window down the roadAnd I see the dame damn thingThree days to get it onThree days to get it offAnd three more days to dieAnd I'm six feet downAnd I'm asking the good Lord up in heavenWhyYou can't find all the answers if you're always standing in the rainAnd once the chance goes by it just might come round againThree days to build it upThree days to tear it downAnd three more days to dieAnd I'm still six feet down and still wonderin', prayin' and askingWhyWe gotta have a reason and you know itFreedom paint me a pictureShow it to me right nowFreedom paint me a pictureWhere are you freedomMeet my lady every morning half past nineWhen the bells begin to ringLooking out the window down the roadAnd I see the dame damn thingThree days to get it onThree days to get it offAnd three more days to dieAnd I'm six feet downAnd I'm asking the good Lord up in heavenWhyHave you got any answers for sale..Why...